hourglass

comfy sharp sand

My thoughts are small 'cause I can't dwell too long

In realm of feelings and dreams 

Without breaking down in the words, they come

And they pass but we all know dreams are not meant to last

In my mind, I must be quick before my secrets are found

Out by some evil derelicts 

Poked and prodded is my past, a tortured beast trapped in an hourglass

Forced to remember and die over again 

But the rejection of life has left me moping 

Like the dead as it pours out the stopper 

Fumbles about stupid hands scraping to get back in.